Maybe these last several blog posts can be a small novella about this battle with getting my goddamn top surgery. I can entitle it “Messages in the Complaint Box” or something. Raging Messages in the Complain Box?
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Dropping Out
Slowly, or not so slowly, all my potential doctors are dropping out of the race. I don’t know which gorilla’s hands I’m going to be in the care of now, and it’s such an icky feeling. And when it will be? And where? I also don’t know how I’ll pay for it. Mana from the sky? Truthfully, I feel like I’m standing naked in the cold rain, and people are throwing rotten fruit at me.
Continue readingCreating Choices
When I’m impatient, the only way to suffer through is to create choices–even if they’re hypothetical. I don’t know why, but it helps.
Continue readingIt Just Gets Worse
If you think it was bad with my insurance company the other day, it only gets worse. If you care, here are the details…
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Even in my darkest moments, I never give up hope. But I’m in my darkest moments now. Maybe this is the very stuff that keeps me alive. I can’t explain it really. Some folks call me a negative pessimist, but I’m not. I complain, yes. But I’m actually an optimist. I fight. And I am hopeful.
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